Morning Without Weight
When the day hasn’t asked anything yet
Some mornings feel different.
You wake up, and nothing is waiting for you.
No pressure.
No urgency.
The room is still quiet.
The light is just starting to come in.
You don’t think about what comes next.
You just… are there.
And for a moment, that’s enough.
Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 03rd: https://alkonda.com/2026/04/03/morning-without-weight/
— Al Konda